My dad was too young to go to war, but he would also be horrified by it all. He took me to one of the camps when I was just a child, to show me the horror of it all. He wanted me to be to learn about both wars.

I imagine they would be absolutely heartbroken.

Am keeping myself going out of sheer spite because I want to throw a party the day that orange p.o.s dies.

I hate it for my kids and my grandkids.